Movie variety show soul travels between two worlds to become a rich man

Chapter 810 Power Prism: A Glimpse into the Abyss
Inside the private room at the Manor, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.

Yu Jiaqin sat gracefully at the dining table, her fingertips gently tracing the rim of a wine glass. A flawless smile graced her face as she recounted fragments of memories that evoked mixed emotions in Du Bozhong.

Every past humiliation became sharp again in Yu Jiaqin's words, cutting into Du Bozhong's heart again and again.

Du Bozhong's face was gloomy, and his sinister gaze swept over Yu Jiaqin's face, trying to read something from that beautiful face.

He was genuinely terrified by Yu Jiaqin's hatred. Just as he was about to recount how he had come to Yu Jiafeng's aid when the evil dragon was about to bully him, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open with a "bang," abruptly interrupting his words.

The two people inside reacted differently.

Yu Jiaqin stood up almost immediately, her movements fluid and without the slightest hesitation. When she saw who had entered, a perfectly timed smile bloomed on her face, a smile as gentle and beautiful as a pear blossom in spring, her voice carrying just the right amount of respect: "Young Master Gao—"

Her gaze quickly swept over Brother Qi's smiling face, finally settling on Gao Dongxu, or more accurately, on Shang Youyou in his arms.

With just one glance, Yu Jiaqin was amazed and impressed—another stunning beauty.

Du Bozhong's rise was much slower. He first squinted in confusion, and after seeing who it was, his already gloomy face became even more serious. Having spent many years navigating the world of martial arts, he had developed a beast-like intuition, which now sharply reminded him—the newcomer meant no good.

Gao Dongxu merely glanced at Yu Jiaqin's sweet greeting as a response. Then, his sharp, hawk-like gaze locked onto Du Bozhong, a gaze so penetrating that it seemed to peel away all pretense and pierce the most hidden corners of the heart.

Gao Dongxu released his hand from Shang Youyou's slender waist and walked towards Du Bozhong.

One step, two steps...

He walked slowly, each step firm and powerful. As he approached, the air in the private room seemed to freeze, pressing down heavily. It wasn't just psychological pressure, but more like a tangible aura radiating outwards from him.

Du Bozhong unconsciously took a half step back.

He had never encountered such a terrifying aura. Gao Dongxu's gaze was as cold as a knife, chilling him to the bone. The oppressive feeling emanating from his entire body made it difficult for him to breathe, as if something heavy was pressing down on his chest.

Du Bozhong was no stranger to the world. He had seen big shots and ruthless underworld bosses, but no one had ever given him this feeling—like being alone deep in a primeval jungle, being watched by a prehistoric beast, which was scrutinizing him with the eyes of a predator, weighing where to strike.

Yu Jiaqin held her breath, keenly sensing the eerie atmosphere. She watched Gao Dongxu approach Du Bozhong step by step, her palms unconsciously sweating.

Brother Qi walked silently to Yu Jiaqin's side and gently patted her lower back. Yu Jiaqin looked at Brother Qi and breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are Du Bozhong—"

Gao Dongxu stopped in front of Du Bozhong, his voice as cold as ice in the dead of winter. The two were so close that Du Bozhong could even see his own reflection in the other's eyes—his face was deathly pale.

Du Bozhong's Adam's apple bobbed as he forced out a voice: "Yes, I am Du Bozhong. I don't know who you are..."

His voice was dry and trembling, completely devoid of its usual smoothness. His mind raced, but he couldn't recall ever offending such a person. Fear, like vines, coiled around his heart, tightening ever more.

Gao Dongxu stared at him expressionlessly, as if he were looking at an inanimate object.

“My surname is Gao,” he paused, each word uttered with perfect clarity, “My eldest uncle is—”

"Gudong-"

Du Bozhong swallowed hard, the sound echoing loudly in the deathly silent private room. He finally knew who the person in front of him was, but he truly hadn't expected that the other party had such an outstanding nephew.

Under the oppressive aura and cold scrutiny of Gao Dongxu, cold sweat instantly soaked Du Bozhong's back, and fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, sliding down his pale temples.

He tried to force a smile, but his facial muscles were too stiff to obey him, and in the end he could only manage an expression that was worse than crying.

"Hello, Mr. Gao—" His voice trembled uncontrollably, his legs were weak, and he could barely stand.

Gao Dongxu said calmly, "Do you know why I'm looking for you?"

"No, I don't know..."

"Heh, it seems you really want to die," Gao Dongxu said with a cold laugh.

Sensing that the other person wasn't joking, Du Bozhong's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt as if struck by lightning. He staggered back a step, knocking over the chair behind him. The sound of the chair falling to the ground was particularly jarring in the silence.

"You can't kill me. If I disappear for a week, all the photos and videos will be uploaded online and sent to major media outlets..."

Gao Dongxu coldly watched Du Bozhong, who was trembling with fear and uttering threats, his deep eyes devoid of any emotional fluctuation, only a cold, absolute sense of control.

"Do you think this will make me hesitate to act against you, and use that as leverage to save your own life?" Gao Dongxu sneered sarcastically.

"No, it's not blackmail, it's a means of self-defense. Let me go, and I'm willing to give you all the relevant photos and videos..."

"Trying to negotiate with me? Heh, do you think that as long as you grit your teeth and keep quiet, I can't do anything to you and won't dare to do anything to you?" Gao Dongxu sneered mockingly.

Du Bozhong hurriedly said, "No, I really am willing to hand it over. I know that if I keep those things, something bad will happen sooner or later. Actually, I had already planned to use them to extort money from the evil dragon and sell everything to him. Believe me, I'm telling the truth. Let me go, and I'm willing to give you everything..."

This is precisely the case: when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. People like Du Bozhong are part of the abyss of society, but when he encounters Gao Dongxu, who represents a larger and colder abyss of order, Gao Dongxu's gaze will instill in Du Bozhong immense fear and trembling, leaving him with no courage to challenge him.

It is precisely because Du Bozhong has a deep understanding of second-generation figures like Evil Dragon and Gao Dongxu that he is even more aware of how ruthless and unscrupulous people like them can be.

“I’m a very suspicious person. I never believe what the enemy says on their own initiative. I only believe them—” Gao Dongxu said jokingly, pointing to the twin sisters who looked like innocent college students.

Ru Xin and Ru Qing walked to Gao Dongxu's side with expressionless faces, under the curious gazes of Brother Qi, Yu Jiaqin, and Shang Youyou.

"He's in your hands now. Find out where the thing is hidden..." Gao Dongxu said to the two sisters with a smile.

"Hmm" x2
Du Bozhong watched in terror as Ru Qing walked towards him, and hurriedly shouted, "What do you want to do to me? I'm really willing to hand it over, don't interrogate me..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Ru Qing, who was expressionless, stepped forward and suddenly made a lightning-fast move, grabbing Du Bozhong's collar. Under the other man's terrified gaze, Ru Qing's right hand formed a claw and grabbed the back of his neck, his thumb pinching hard on the Fengchi acupoint.

Before he could even scream, Du Bozhong fainted. He was dragged out by Ru Qing, who grabbed him by the collar like a dead dog.

Seeing Du Bozhong, who weighs at least 150 or 160 pounds, being casually lifted by the tall, slender, and graceful Ru Qing with one hand, everyone except Gao Dongxu and Ru Xin stared wide-eyed in shock.

Ru Xin looked at the somewhat stunned Yu Jiaqin and said calmly, "We need a quiet room where we won't be disturbed—"

"Uh? Yes, yes, please follow me..." Yu Jiaqin was taken aback at first, then hurriedly said, quickly leading the two sisters the way.

“We haven’t eaten yet, have someone prepare a new meal—” Gao Dongxu glanced at the food and wine on the table, then walked to Shang Youyou’s side, put his arm around her A4 waist, and said to Yu Jiaqin, who had walked to the door.

"Yes, Young Master Gao—"

Brother Qi looked at Gao Dongxu, who had his arm around Shang Youyou and sat down on the sofa in the rest area, tossing him a cigar. His eyes gleamed as he smiled and said, "I didn't expect these twin sisters to be such experts."

"Ding--"

Gao Dongxu lit a cigar with a lighter, took a puff, and exhaled smoke with a smile, saying, "Their greatest skill isn't their fighting ability, but their expertise in traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture. They can use acupuncture to put people into an unconscious hypnotic state, and they'll truthfully reveal any secrets."

"hiss--"

Brother Qi's pupils suddenly contracted, and he stared at Gao Dongxu in shock, taking a deep breath.

"real or fake?!"

Leaning against Gao Dongxu's chest, Shang Youyou, who was usually quiet and beautiful, was also extremely shocked. She stared at him with wide eyes.

"I'm not joking with you about something like this. I went to great lengths and paid a high price to win over these two sisters." Although Gao Dongxu was speaking to Brother Qi, his eyes were fixed on Shang Youyou.

"Hmph—" Shang Youyou couldn't help but let out a soft hum.

Gao Dongxu shook his head with a wry smile, while Brother Qi glanced at Shang Youyou, who was humming sweetly, with some surprise. He immediately guessed that Shang Youyou held an extraordinary position in Gao Dongxu's heart.

(End of this chapter)